#ch. emmett reyes

[urbanteeth]

Even more random Emmett facts (other facts!):

He never answers the phone with a hello. It’s always “yeah?” or “what?” or him just leaping right into what he wants to say.

He always wears a jacket or long-sleeved shirts under t-shirts (usually only in public) to hide his arm scar. He gets uncomfortable when people stare or try to ask questions (its the same with his facial scar but he can’t really do much about that one so he just rolls with it as best as he can)

Tall people intimidate him. He doesn’t like people looming over him. It makes him feel trapped. (He was definitely nervous around Johann at first for this exact reason. He’s a good foot or so taller) 

He keeps field notes! And while taking photos of plants and wildlife is technically easier, he prefers to draw. He absolutely loves the visual and tactile patterns found in nature. (Patterns make him happy!)

His favorite part of his day is being able to hang out with his dog, Montag. (who he totally named after Fahrenheit 451′s protag)

He’s surprisingly good with kids and loves interacting with them! When he’s working a case where kids are involved, you’ll find him sitting with the kids and trying to keep them calm/distracted. Afterwards, he tries to keep in touch and occasionally visits afterwards to see how they are doing (and yes, he does bring along Montag if he can).

Sometimes, he likes to sit in the sun when it’s still a little chilly in the morning for few moments (like a lizard) and just... warm up a bit.

More than half the time, he won’t bother with PJs. He’ll just take off his jacket and sleeps in his jeans. Just flops onto the couch like that.

His phone wallpaper is a picture of Montag with a little flower collar Emmett made. (have I mentioned he fucking loves his dog?)

He knows how to pick locks.

He loses socks a lot so he often just goes about his day with wildly mismatched socks.

He’ll wear button-ups and a tie out of expectation but he doesn’t like dress shoes. It’s old sneakers or nothing.

He always has painkillers on hand, despite his wariness in overusing them. Sometimes, he has to admit that he actually does need them to get through the day.

He’s five feet and two inches of pure chaos.

His hair is pretty curly and fluffy. (cotton candy hair as one of my friends puts it)

He has a habit of hovering nearby any of his friends that he feels need some kind of support. It’s never obvious and he doesn’t exactly go up to the person and ask them directly. But you can always tell he’s looking out for his friends in that he seems to be hanging around in the background a bit more than usual. He prefers to assess the situation at a distance before offering help.

Though he enjoys hanging out with his friends, you’re more likely to find him by himself. 

He has a tendency to kinda... forget to let others into is mental processing, something that happens very very often during particularly tough cases. He just gets so into figuring out the puzzle that he forgets he’s meant to be part of a team. He’d much rather chew a problem over and get to know it on his own. It feels more natural to him.

One of his most treasured items is a leather jacket his father gave him when he was younger. It’s comfy and warm. He rarely wears it anymore. It hurts to be reminded of home.

That said, when he gets the chance, he’ll make his way back to Elkhorn. He doesn’t have the courage to set foot in the town proper, but he’s contented with looking at any new developments and taking walks along familiar paths. 

On that note, though, he never tells anyone when he leaves. It sort of ties in with the same situation that happens when he’s really into a case. It’s just not natural (in a way I guess) for him to speak aloud what he’s doing and where he’s going if it’s neither relevant nor important to anyone other than himself.

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Oh man! This came out beautifully! I love the images you chose and that quote is just so perfect for Emmett! I’m loving the colors as well! Thank you very much!

But I don’t know anyone.

emmett reyes from to the wolves, by @urbanteeth​ .

(note: this arrived earlier than expected; i simply couldn’t resist. it was difficult for me to concentrate, so here we are, procrastinating with aesthetic boards. also excuse the poor quality.. i’ll try to fix it sooner or later, but i hope it’s not too bad.)

[urbanteeth]

Some random Emmett facts:

He only ever really eats breakfast food.

He writes in pen most of the time. He doesn’t like how pencil feels on paper. Mechanical pencils can stay but they’re on thin fucking ice.

His notes look chaotic af because he writes everywhere (margins, the inside cover, etc) and in different colored pens. Not for organization, it’s just he uses the first pen he can find and if happens to be hot pink, then so be it.

When he does get sleep, he likes to have the radio on low volume and turned to a station where he gets a bit of soft static. The white noise is comforting.

He doesn’t really have a real bed. When he sleeps, it’s usually on the couch.

He absolutely hates the smell of antiseptic/hospitals. It’s a thing leftover from the time he spent hospitalized after the car accident that killed his mom.

As a result from the accident, he still deals with leftover pain in his back and joints as well as a wrist that makes a weird clicking noise.

He is fully aware he has an addictive personality, and he’s real afraid of becoming addicted to painkillers/aspirin.

He’s always super tense. Always holds himself kind of stiffly. He only ever fully relaxes around Montag.

His hands are always cold.

He’s scruffy looking, has a bit of stubble. Never shaves evenly.

He’s got a few scars. Most obvious one is on his face, running from jaw to cheek. Others include one running down his forearm from surgery to fix a broken arm and another on his abdomen from where he once got stabbed on the job. He’s also got top surgery scars on his chest.

He’s a nail biter.

When doing work at home, he talks to his plants and to Montag.

Each of his plants has a name.

His favorite pastime is wading into the lake to look for frogs.

He knows how to make flower crowns and takes great delight at making them for himself and Montag.

He likes his coffee to be milky but without sugar. He also drinks his tea without sugar.

He hates condolences.

He feels uncomfortable and out of place in churches and will avoid them whenever he can.

He does, however, keep a rosary. He’s not much for praying, but it brings back good memories of his mom.

On Día de los Muertos, he lights a candle for his mom and one for the girl who died while he was on the case.

His favorite color is blue. He likes how easy on the eyes it is.

He’s actually pretty good at baseball. He’s got decent hand-eye coordination. He has a bit of trouble now due to pain and joint issues and a stiff shoulder.

His favorite place to take naps is out in a little clearing in the woods on overcast days.

The feel of blood makes him panic. He can handle the sight and the smell with relative ease but to actually feel it on his hands makes him start to shut down.

He can be surprisingly touchy-feely with his friends.

He does not like to drive and refuses to learn. He gets overwhelmed behind the wheel.

[urbanteeth]

THE STORIES THEY COULD TELL — a small scene from To The Wolves

[urbanteeth]

Emmett’s Tattoo: Snake and Flowers pt. 3

Ok fellas here it is! The final decision! It was a struggle to choose a snake but I finally did! So this post will expand a little bit more on the flowers and snake I’ve chosen as well as give some ideas for what it could look like. Under a read more for length and snake pics!

[Find the original post here] [General snake symbolism] [Snake Species] [Flower Symbolism]

Final Flower Choices —

Poppy:

Eternal sleep

Oblivion

Imagination

Rest

Consolation

Mystery

Attaining the impossible

Specific Species: Himalayan Blue Poppy

Begonia:

Warning, beware, be cautious

Watchfulness

A fanciful nature

Patron of science and botany

The unusual and unique

Cordiality

Specific Species: Nautilus Leaf Begonia

Anemone:

Sickness

Bad luck

Death of a loved one

Fading hope, strength in the face of fading hope

Abandonment, strength in the face of abandonment

Specific Species: Poppy Anemone

Final Snake Choice  —

Black Mamba:

Has a reputation as a highly aggressive snake but is rather shy and prefers to avoid people whenever possible

Extremely quick in its movements

Adapts to a wide range of habitats

When threatened, the snake will attempt to retreat into its den and can kill anything that stands in its way

Strikes with remarkable accuracy even when moving quickly

Prefers to be solitary

Extra Notes —

Placement is on his left arm from the shoulder to the wrist

Flowers are inked with color (see ref below)

Snake coils in and out of the flowers with the mouth slightly open to reveal its fangs

 Ideas for possible final designs  —

[urbanteeth]

emmett reyes [detective, avid gardener, bearer of a thousand regrets] —

“Right then. Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?” Oliver capped the marker in his hand and placed it down on the whiteboard ledge. He turned towards Emmett and slipped his hands into his pockets, an expectant light glittering in his eyes. “You don’t, like, need a ride home or something?”

“Nah. I’ll make it back fine. I just want to... .” He exhaled and gestured at the pinned documents fanned across the board. “Just want to give it a last look over before I go.”

Emmett didn’t need to look to feel the back of his neck prickle anxiously under Oliver’s doubtful gaze. He shifted his weight, filled with the sudden need to plant himself more firmly, his body bracing for rejecting the onslaught of worry tinged words that he knew were sure to come. Oliver, however, left his concern, thickly pouring from him as it was, unspoken.

“Okay,” he said, a cheery lilt back in his tone. “See you tomorrow then?”

“Mmm-hmm. Drive safe.”

“Always. Have a nice night!” 

Emmett waited until Oliver’s footsteps faded properly down the hallway and descended the stairs before allowing himself a shaky breath, his shoulders dropping. 

In the silence wrapping the empty room, there was only him and the faces pinned, layered and overlapping, across the board. Each one wore a smile, the serene peace of being innocent until proven guilty. But no, no, one was the odd one out with quiet smugness he’d seen one too many times hidden in the upturned corners of their mouth.

Which one? Which one? Which one was twisted enough to create grisly scenes of death and call them art? 

Taglist (click here to be added) —

@cluelessbuttercup​ @dogwrites​ @dashy-mcdasher​ @goldfinvhs​

[urbanteeth]

Favorite Emmett Lyrics

“I’m a man, I’m a twisted fool, my hands are twisted too, I’m crooked but alright, and all I ever want is breaking me apart, I said to the thing that I once was”

Toes // Glass Animals

“I know what’s best for me, I can’t help it, it’s this hopeless itch, ‘cause workin’ just don’t work for me, but I can’t focus, feeling hopeless, so I’ll just sit back, try to look mean, all that I needed is something to believe in”

Purple Yellow Red and Blue // Portugal. The Man

“And I don’t know where I stand, faced with a cruel world, I’d say everything points to, the disappearance of the girl, I need you to see, there’s not much innocence, I need you to see the good in everything, for the only thing that saves you, is your economy of blessings”

The Disappearance of the Girl // PHILDEL

“I still don’t know what I’m doing, fuck!, say your best when no one can see, I’m scared I may derail, this kid’s not alright”

THISKIDSNOTALRIGHT // AWOLNATION

“Boy, when I left you, you were young, I was gone, but not my love, feel your mother right at your side, don’t you know you got my eyes, I know you can make it right, boy, I want you to be happy”

Youth // Glass Animals

“And if I only could, make a deal with God, I’d get him to swap our places, be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building”

Running Up That Hill // Placebo

[urbanteeth]

I just love how much Montag helps Emmett. Any time Montag is in a scene, I can physically feel the stress melting off of Emmett. He just loves that goofy old dog so much. It’s so nice to write them together. And Montag is just the goodest boy too! Despite being a large dog, he will try his absolute darnedest to snuggle with Emmett.

[urbanteeth]

If I can, I'd like to ask a few questions directed toward Emmett!: Do you like writing in blue pen the best? How many colours of pens do you have? Do you like any sugary drinks? :O

“Oh, definitely! Never had a bad experience with a blue pen. Look, I got one right here!” He tugs a pen from his jacket pocket and gives it a spin. “Black pens are good! I won’t say they aren’t but I’ve had a black pen run out of ink on me much more often than a blue pen.”

“And, um, your second question was... colors, right? Gimme a sec.” He sets down his blue pen and pats his jacket pockets. He produces a small handful of pens of different brands and colors. It’s really more than enough pens that you would expect a person to have at any one time on them. He slides some pens your way.

“Oh, those aren’t all of them. I always lose my pens so, y’know, I like to keep extras. I forget them in my pockets a lot. Not fun when you’re washing clothes.These ones,” he holds up two sleek looking black pens, “I nicked ‘em from Johann’s desk. I was tryna see if he noticed. Then I forgot about ‘em so,” he shrugs, “might as well keep ‘em.” He holds up three capped pens in purple, blue, and green. “These glittery ones I bought myself. As a treat.” He laughs.

“I don’t even know how many pens I actually have,” he says as he begins to pocket all his pens again. “I know I’ve got some neon ones around somewhere.”

“Alright, last question. I’m not a big fan of sugary drinks. I guess stuff like orange juice is ok. I like orange juice. Cranberry juice too, but unsweetened. I think it tastes better! And, um, hot chocolate. Does that count? It’s sweet, yeah? Anyway, I like to toss some hot chocolate and spices in my coffee sometimes. It’s real good!”

[urbanteeth]

△: For Emmett, what's the worst thing you've ever done? Secondly, have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation that should have been secret or perhaps a couple bumping uglies? 👀

There’s a pause. Then he breaks into a tired grin. “First, you drop the heavy stuff on me. Then you follow up with that?” He laughs and you think you can pick up a slight strain on his voice, equally exhausted as the look in his eyes. “Ok, sure.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, fingers busily spinning a pen as he thinks. “Okay, yeah. I’ll answer your second question first. Yes, I do have a habit of eavesdropping.” The pen is now gripped with his thumb and pointer, drumming a steady beat on the wood. “Not that I mean to,” he quickly adds. “Just... happens. Anyway, um... there was this one time when I was a kid. My parents, um, were...they were planning a surprise for me. For my birthday and, uh.” He huffs, the corner of his mouth uplifting into a smile. “It was the first time they were taking me to this huge natural history museum just the next town over. Always wanted to go there, but we never had the time or money. Yeah, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep.”

The smile wavers a bit. “Good times,” he murmurs. He blinks, and gives a slight shake of his head. His fingers return to spinning the pen. “Right, um. You’re other question was...” Another pause. “The worst thing I’ve done? That’s a fun one.”

The pen stops. He squirms in his seat with a sudden, restless energy. “Worst thing I’ve done,” he repeats, hesitant, wary. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “Cases don’t always go right,” he finally says. “I, um, don’t like to talk about it but, hey, it’s not like it’s new, yeah? You can... um... you can find the news report still maybe. I don’t–I don’t know.”

He adverts his gaze. “I shouldn’t have gone after him. If I’d stayed with her, maybe she would have lived.” He leans back in his chair and you get the feeling that he’s trying to create distance, to retreat. “I was the one who had to tell her family. Her mother... God.” He runs a hand over his face. He closes both hands into shaky fists so tightly, his knuckles pale, as if he’s trying to hold on to something he can’t risk losing. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, breathes in a long, slow breath and exhales. He opens them again, gaze distant. Haunted, you realize. “If I sleep for too long, I can still hear her screaming for her kid.”

[urbanteeth]

Johann, softly singing at his desk while filing a report: country roads, take me home, to the place I belong

Emmett, from the other side of the department, at the top of his lungs:

WEST VIRGINIAAA!!!

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Happy Storyteller Saturday! What's the most ridiculous/embarrassing thing your OCs have done in public?

Good to hear from ya book! Even though im late oops

Anyway! Crime AU has taken over my life once more so I’ll be talking about that!

Emmett once spent three weeks bringing a whole ass coffee pot from home to drink out of. Why did he do it? He lost his thermos and instead of getting another one like a normal person, he straight up just opted for the whole thing.

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△ — Not necessarily *invasive* but ... Emmett, what would you say your biggest flaw is? Are you sure that’s a flaw *you* think is your biggest or one that others have suggested/mentioned so frequently that you’ve merely begun to agree?

Ever restless, he leans back in his chair and cradles his coffee cup in both hands, running his fingers over the paper as he stares at the swirling coffee. “I guess... man, I don’t know. I’m-I’m a difficult person to be around. I mean... so I’ve been told but, I.... they’re not wrong.”

“I can be a real dick,” he says, chuckles dryly, and takes a sip of coffee. “Just ask my old partners back in Elkhorn. Oh man, I was terrible. Still am, but, uh, less... I-I think. Y’know, um, like...like... like...real mean. Snappy. I get angry. I don’t-I don’t want to but I do. I’m, um, hard to get close to, I guess. Not that I care anway. But yeah.”

He leaves his cup on the table and crosses his arms over his chest, fingers fiddling with the fabric of his jacket. “Is that all one flaw?” He laughs. “I can’t tell. But yeah. I get into fights, arguments. Sometimes real fights. Y’know. Fists and stuff. Been a thing since I was... maybe 17. One time, I overheard some cop back in Elkhorn tell someone that he didn’t trust me. Thought that maybe someday I’d slip up real bad and... .” He trails off. His eyes harden at that, mouth set in a tight line. “That’s my biggest problem. People don’t tell me straight to my face. And I think that’s the real insult.”

[urbanteeth]

Emmett the second he walks out of his house: I miss my dog :(

[urbanteeth]

Emmett when he has to do paperwork for longer than 5 minutes: tengo más tarea que vida y tengo más ganas de vivir la vida que de hacer la pinche tarea–

[urbanteeth]

Happy STS! I feel like you've done something like this before, but what do you love most about Emmet?

Surprisingly, I have not done a post about the things I love about him. At least not coherently! Ugh but gods there’s so many things I love about this man.

Writing his dialogue — it’s just so fun to write! I have a doc full of nothing but dialogue bits that come to me and Emmett makes up the bulk of that doc!

Loyalty — it doesn’t matter which universe I write him in, my absolute favorite thing to do is watch my hermit of a son make friends and grow very close to them. Distrust of others is something he struggles with and he just...hates sharing when he’s hurting or feeling down. With his team, he grows to love them like family and feels comfortable enough to know he doesn’t need to hide from them because they genuinely care about him like he does them and asfjdtjakdhakd

Chaotic Bastard Tendencies — the best part of him tbh. It’s such fun writing him be a chaotic little man in his actions and his words. Because!!! People don’t think much of him!! He quiet and keeps to himself and people tend to think he just.... doesn’t really cause trouble because of that. Definitely a looks like a cinnamon roll, can actually kill you character.

Soft — ohhhhhhhh I love him and his love for the natural world. And his love for sharing it w/o caring what others will say!! I need me some of that energy in my life. But, it’s also just how happy he gets when he sees a cool plant of a rare bird or a weirdly shaped fossil. Sadness and anger both plague him in his daily life so seeing him light up over little things like that is so healing to write. But also!!! The way he cares so so so much for his friends. He can be cold and aloof but ahh that’s only the outside.

Backstory — that said, despite the sadness and tragedy in his life, it’s also one of my favorite things to write. To compare and contrast where he is now to how he used to be is so satisfying!